#Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event
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Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball Schedule
Mun’s Note: This is not a strict schedule.* I will move activities/events around slightly if needed or if something comes up. This is just a general outline of what to expect during the event. I will also be posting many plot-driven drabbles between times. And once again, the event itself is not chronologically locked. Even before the event resumes the next couple of days or when it ends people are still welcome to continue event threads if they wish. If you would like to participate and still have not received an invitation, please feel free to like this post.
*Reminder that this schedule is in Central Standard Time (CST)
Friday
6 pm - Opening Words/Guest Arrival
- I will post an opening drabble that will kick off the event. After which, muns are welcome to make their own posts or drabbles of their muses arriving at the ball.
7 pm - Beelza Opening Performance
- I will be posting a lyric drabble of Beelza performing for the guests. In addition, I will also be posting a plot-driven drabble to go along with this one. Muses are welcome to make dash commentary with their reactions or interact with Beelza during this time if they wish.
8 pm - Costume Contest
- I will post a link of all the submitted costumes so everyone can vote for the one they like best. I will try to give guests a couple of hours to vote before announcing the winner of the costume contest.
9 pm - 10 pm - Open Floor Dancing
- This is pretty much down time for muses to mingle with other guests, grab drinks, explore the venue, etc.
10 pm - Costume Contest Winner Announcement
- The top three finalists and the winner of the costume contest will be announced!
11 pm - Midnight - Cool down
- More mingling, dancing, food and drink until guests are ready to retire to their guest rooms or go home if they wish and rest until the next day.
Saturday
3 pm - Ball Resumes
- Just as it says. The ball resumes!
4 - 5 pm - Dancing “Contest”
- The generated pairings of the muses participating in the dance contest will be announced. The paired muses are encouraged to interact with each other during this time. Muses who are not participating are also free to comment or react. Once the hour is over the paired muses are free to continue to interact or leave the dance floor. If you would still like to participate in the dancing contest, you can like this post here.
5 - 7 pm - Open Floor Dancing
- The rest of the guests are allowed to re-enter the dance floor after the contest is over. Also more down time for muses to mingle with other guests, grab drinks, etc.
7 pm - Glam Sisters Performance
- Same as Beelza’s, I will be posting a lyric drabble of the Glam Sisters performing for the guests.
8 pm - Midnight - Cool down
- Another chill time for the guests to mingle, drink and eat, and dance.
Sunday
3 pm - Ball resumes
- Just as it says. The ball resumes!
4 - 8 pm - Open Mic
- Beelza will open the stage to anyone who wishes to entertain the rest of the guests with their musical talents. If muns would like, they are free to write a short drabble of their muses “performing” with a song of their choice. Please tag either of my blogs @/infernal-feminae or @/qveenofgluttony if you would like me to reblog it for visibility purposes.
8 - 11 pm - Open Floor Dancing
- Down time for muses to mingle, dance, etc.
10 pm - Beelzebub’s Identity Announcement
- Beelza will invite the guests to come up and try their luck at guessing Beelzebub’s identity before she reveals herself. The first muse to guess correctly will receive their reward. If no one can correctly guess then she will reveal herself in the next hour.
11 pm - Beelzebub Closing Performance
- Beelzebub reveals herself and gives a closing musical performance to wrap up the ball.
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Shit. FUCK. Okay, keep it together, Bee. You still have a whole-ass fucking ball to host.You can't break down. Not right now.
She tried to hug herself but she couldn't stop the trembling. Whatever happened, it was bad enough to leave her so shaken like this.
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@arachn0philia
Satisfied with the partner selection, even if Angel didn't happen to be a skilled dancer, she still very much could work with what has been given. The always rigid, always uptight General slithered with the fluidity of a snake, fitting the name of her costume, ruby slit eyes cutting into her dance partner from the metallic dragon mask adorned with roses.
She seemingly shed every trait Hell, especially citizens of Pride learned to associate her with throughout decades, centuries even. If someone lived long enough, that is.
“Dear Angel” a slight bow before straightening
“Proficient in every latin dance style worth mentioning in both roles, great at improvisation and just as flexible, acrobatic as you are. Not to mention, no problem if you would like to be lifted, held or thrown into the air.” well...maybe her almost outrageous pride remained. Still, there was a reason why Rozália literally came in a dance dress in the first place.
“The question is: do you let me lead or will you fight for it?” there was the familiar fire in her eyes, flickering with mischief “Promise I will be careful with the pearls.” a lightning fast twirl, heel slamming down to the marble upon arriving, ashen clawed hand elegantly trust out and slowly curled into a playful invite
#⚔ ic 🔥 | hunter; hussar; hellfire; horseman#aracn0philia#How fashionably late. I'm sorry#beelzebub's masquerade ball: event
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The so far dormant entity's ear caught the words she's been looking for to hear throughout the nights. Open mic. A last moment check to make sure everything was beyond perfect:
“RAISE YOUR HORNS !”
The incredibly gritty howl reverberated throughout the palace, although instead of horns, wings broke free from her body.
“RAISE 'EM HIGH !” almost a battle cry, the entity glittering in gold and starlight made her way towards the stage with utmost ease & lack of care
“LET 'EM SOAR, LET 'EM FLY ” impossibly strong vibrato and effortless switches between clean and raw rasp vocals, without needing a microphone, her wings seemingly acting as an amplifier
“UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS, FOREVERMORE” fire began to envelop her body, obscuring the golden wonder from the eyes
“LET 'EM RAIN DOWN; RAISE YOUR HORNS!” Cindy reached the stage at last, stepping out of the whirl of cosmic fire in an entirely different outfit, the Cosmic Dusk.
“Now, that I have all of your attention,” grit still present in her speaking voice as well along with a cuttingly playful edge “I have to ask: do you settle for less? Less than what you could be or could get? Obviously not, if you are attending to this ball. I know most of you run for the hills at the sound of rock n roll, but don't bolt just yet. I have something digestible even for such fine crowd.”
The entity chuckled, yes she will be holding back, still a better outcome than trying and succeeding in outscreaming nobility. The rhythm although heavy, she was true to her promise and reigned the previously displayed raw force of her voice.
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“I know what you want, I know what you like: You're obsessively undressing me with your eyes.” still without a microphone, her voice surrounding the crowd nicely “I know what you need, I know how to play. I know how to give without giving it all away.”
“I got all my moves! I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe~” she broke away from the crowd for a minute to address the next lines to Beelza herself
“That you, baby, you're special. A whole 'nother level.” a ghost caress of her cheek with one of her radiating wings before stepping towards the crowd again
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you maybe I'll let ya” her own gloved hands skating across her body, head turning towards Beelza once more
“But I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.”
“I know who you are, got your number down.” Cindy sat at the very edge the stage, allowing a demon to run his talons up her thigh high boots “I know how to turn you on” a purr before a sharp push with her heel as she stood “and turn your ego down.”
“And I hear all your friends, I know what they say: If you get dishonest promise I won't hesitate” a breathy, seductive tone in extremely sharp contrast of her first introduction of earth shattering vocals
“To put out the fire, to put up a wall! Don't ruin it by thinking you're the be-all and end-all.” an immediate slip back to the previous volume, playing with her voice so effortlessly as if it was as easy as breathing
“That you baby, you're special, a whole 'nother level.” this time the singer sought out a different member of the crowd, a beautiful succubus dressed in purple shades “And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you, maybe I'll let ya. I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.” jade sprinkled with golden stars fluttered close at the guitar solo; this is what she craved. What she dreamed of. And she will be damned if she doesn't deliver.
“I know what you want, I know what you like, trying to convince me with your ‘meet me backstage’ smile.” she wagged a finger with an all knowing grin, slithering down to a squat, close enough to touch; that if someone dared to with such wings looming above them “But I got all my moves, I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe!”
“That, you baby, you're special like some kind of rebel.”
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight!” switching into a sharper, aggressive tone as the song eventually drew to a close “Yeah, you! Well, maybe I'll let ya!”
“But I'll never settle.”
“For anything less than special, special, special, special !”
Cindy allowed the last beats to close the performance, bathed in the spotlight and her own radiance
“Was that so bad was it now?” she asked, voice filled with smug with satisfaction
“Want to try something heavier? I can last the whole night.” the innuendo perfectly on purpose, although a glance at Beelza “Or as long as it's allowed.” she corrected, though she was curious who had the guts to perform after her.
@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae
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Oh, dancing... boring. There's not even any juggling. He's not even found G-Force yet.
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@gethellbcnt liked for a starter from NERO!
" Jesus, it looks like a fuckin' Halloween party in here, " Nero snickers into his glass. " I'm actually kinda surprised to see so many D-listers here tonight. I thought Bee was better than that. Oh well. "
He spots a rather good looking demon not too far from the bar, and knocks back the rest of his drink before sidling up next to the stranger. " You however... damn. Please tell me you came here alone tonight -- or at least with someone who doesn't give a shit if you get flirted with at a gig like this. "
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"Dance with me cowards~"
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@bang-bang-blitzo continued from here.
Even Fizz had to admt that masquerade masks were one of the creepiest things ever, and that's a lot to compare to since they lived in hell.
He let out an amused chuckle as Blitz nudged his arm. "Yeah I know, really don't see you as a person who'd enjoy these kind of parties. That is one reason I brought you here to be scared with me" was he joking, probably. He just didn't want to come here alone, that's the main reason.
"I mean c'mon, eveyone has a mask that looks very eerie. You can never know who here is an assassin or some shit" now he was joking. He knew Bee would only invite good people in her parties, not some blood thirsty bastards.
"But hey, this could be fun. We do some dancng, can meet new people, plus-... free booze. You can't say no to that. Besides-... loving the outfit" he said and added an eyebrow wiggle at the end. He was already enjoying his stay here.
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Golden clawed fingers tapped rhythmically against the metallic cane as he remained perfectly still, stood upright in his prim and proper way. Simply observing people interact for a little while as a short way of relaxing was a nice start to a break. Though as Lucifer was about to turn around and locate something to drink, his eyes drifted more towards one of the guests. A familiar face in this crowd.
"My my. I see thou hath also joined here. This atmosphere is quite spectacular, is it not?"
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❝ why YES, the cape is waterproof and stainproof. it ALSO has pockets -- so many pockets -- for aaall my snacking needs ! ❞
#◜belphegor: in character.◞#Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event#// bel leaving their cave and having fun before the party even starts lol
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Beelza whistled as she stepped out of ballroom and into the hallway. She could still hear the muffled voices from the other side of the wall, and she couldn’t help but grin, still riding the high of her performance and the hype from the guests.
There was a bit of pep in each step she took. She felt like she was on top of the world. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves already and she just hoped she could keep that energy for the next two days.
But for now, it was time for a snack. She could have gotten something from the buffet table but truthfully, she wanted some time to herself before heading back out there and decided to just nab something form the kitchens.
She took a turn down one of the hallways. As large as her mother’s palace was, she knew it like the back of her hand. At least to where she couldn’t get lost anymore, before she could take another turn an unfamiliar voice stopped her.
“Beelza.”
The princess froze. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She hadn’t felt this way since…Well, she couldn’t exactly remember.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned around. Her eyes widened when her gaze landed on the person who had called out to her. Like they knew her.
Her mouth hung open slightly, a dry huff of a breath escaping. No matter how she tried, she just couldn’t seem to get any words out.
She knew this man. She never met him but she had seen him before. In old portraits her mother kept. Ones Beelza often wondered why Beelzebub didn’t just get rid of if they brought her so much pain.
She wanted to laugh, even though she struggled to make another sound. She was never this–this meek. It was like just being in his presence made her revert back to a small child. A child who wondered where he could have been all this time.
She swallowed the lump of her throat and forced herself to meet the man’s gaze.
“....Dad?”
Her father sighed, seeming to expect this reaction. His canid-like ear flicked, the same hers did when she felt uncertain about something.
“I imagine you must have questions–”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.” Beelza interrupted, finding her voice again.
“...I apologize for dropping in like this unexpectedly. Especially on such an–” Cue the sounds of champagne bottles popping followed by boisterous laughter and cheers. “...eventful night such as this, but it was the only way I could see you…with the possibility of your mother being none the wiser.”
“...And why is that, huh? Why show up now after 400 FUCKING years?”
“It’s complicated, Beelza.”
“Then make it uncomplicated.” She crossed her upper arms over the other, waiting for his explanation.
He sighed again and removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his snout. “You must understand, your mother isn’t exactly fond of me anymore…I doubt she would have let me see you if I asked.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m sorry?”
“If you really wanted to see me before you would have made more of an effort. I think it’s pretty fucking convenient that you’ve showed up now of all times. So,” She stepped forward, searching his eyes for something…. “Why are you here?”
He stared back at her impassively, his expression giving away nothing to his true thoughts. “...When I wanted to leave, your mother gave me an estate and a small fortune where I could live comfortably in my solitude. However, I am…steadily reaching the end of that fortune. Your mother made it clear that she only gave it to me so that I would not bother her. I am afraid she will not be so generous the second time if I asked her to replenish it. I was hoping you might be able to appeal to her with my request.”
Beelza stared at him for a few moments, slowly processing his words. A bark of laughter escaped from her. It was a humorless laugh. There was a childish part of her that was hoping he sneaked in to finally meet her. That he actually wanted to see her after all these years. What a hopeful little fool she was.
“I see.” She said, casting her gaze to the floor. “...You know, I never told Mom, but I was hoping one day I would actually get to meet you. If only to ask why you never wanted to see me, but now I know.”
Beelza lifted her head, her expression hardened behind her mask. “You never gave a single fucking shit about me. All you care about is your comfort. You only bothered to come see me because I’m just a means to an end.” She paused, giving him a chance to defend himself to try and prove her wrong. To say…something. Anything.
Her father blinked a couple of times, his ears flattened against his head and he looked down, avoiding her accusing gaze. This was the first time he actually looked uncomfortable. And still, he said nothing.
She released a disappointed breath.
“...Can I ask you something?”
He looked up, his ears twitching in interest. “...Yes?”
“I –did you…did you even love Mom?”
“I…did hold affection for her. Once. She was the one that made me what I am now. However, I am afraid I cannot muster up anything more than resentment towards her. I hope you understand.”
“...Oh, I understand fucking perfectly. You have no problem living off of Mom’s money but when it comes to seeing your child that’s when it becomes inconvenient for you.”
“Beelza–” He attempted to place his hand on her shoulder, She smacked it away.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”
She shoved past him and ran down the hall. Beelza paid no heed to his attempts to call her back. She flew down the labyrinthine corridors, wanting to put as much distance between her and her father as possible in case he decided to run after her.
She flew until she stopped at a familiar pair of doors leading back into the ballroom. The servants stared at her with mild concern at her flustered state but she paid them no mind. She tried to straighten her costume out and opened the doors. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure her father hadn’t followed her and let out a sigh of relief when she didn’t see him before heading back into the ballroom.
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Ladies, gentleman, and everyone in between, may I present to you your ringmaster/emcee for the masquerade ball!
#🍹ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ: ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴀ ;; ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ#mun art#Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event
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Rozália, indeed like a viper coiling to strike, waited for the perfect moment. Her march into the crowd uninterrupted, guests cautiously maneuvered out of the way of her confident stride. A deep chuckle accompanied by an almost uncharacteristically smug grin as the General burst into flames.
Hellfire glowed viciously, eating away her clothing, or better said the upper layer, revealing what lied beneath the armor:
Snake Charmer
#⚔ wardrobe 🔥 | style with a sharp edge#beelzebub's masquerade ball: event#Rozy decided to go fuck it; ramp up the drama
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Cosmic Dusk
#🔥 wardrobe🔥 | outrageous. bold. unapologetic. extreme.#Now that the costume change is done👀#beelzebub's masquerade ball: event
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Having to be Asmodeus's plus one for the evening since Fizzarolli opted out this year, Ring came with and he spotted his favorite imp. He immedently skittered over and wrapped his arms around him for a brief hug, "Patchy! I didn't know that ya worked here!"
Patch blinked in surprise as he was embraced, it took him a minute to realise who it was, "Ring? I uh... yeah I needed some cash so took up to catering this event with some others."
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" Soooo are we drunk yet? " Hopefully he's not too late on that front. After all, Nero spent so long on this costume, and he somehow managed to convince his sour-faced bodyguard, Ophelia, to join in on the fun. Now he just needs some adoring demons to drool over him.
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